3 Ways that Quitting my Routine Saved my Career
We’ve all been there. When the clothes are piled high, and the dishes are forming a leaning tower of Pisa. Coffee doesn’t even touch the chaos. This chaos was my life just a few months ago. Each morning, I would wake up with the same ideology. I would hit the gym, hook up to my caffeine IV, and grinned my teeth into a forced smile. For years, I entered the same routine, and it produced the same results. I was running in circles and not even coming close to self-actualization. I was barely making space for self-care. After years of following the same routine, I realized that it was putting me closer to my grave than my goals. If I wanted to survive past 40-something needed to change. So, I threw in the towel and entered the race. Here are three ways that quitting my routine changed my career.
So You Didn't Win A Vocal Challenge?
POV. A new Vocal Challenge pops up and you immediately begin thinking about the creative angles you can take to tackle the prompt. You spend a crap ton of time brainstorming ideas, drafting and outlining your story and then you pour yourself into writing. You scour the web for beautiful media, photos and memes and happily add them to your story. Finally, all that's left to do is dot your I's and cross your T's and hit that 'Submit for Review' button. Done. Perfect! You promote the crap out of your story, posting it on Reddit, Facebook, Instagram, you name it! Then, announcement day rings around and...you don't win. You didn't even place.
You Can Reclaim Your Time Lost
Through the many months in lockdown, and the countless surges of COVID-19 cases, my thoughts of the future is somewhat fading away. In lockdown, the distractions around me are also innumerable. These things caused my time to disappear into thin air.
VOCAL: Vulnerability in the Virtual Void
There's something about writing on a platform with other writers that can't talk to each other that makes my little introverted heart skip a beat.
Come With Me...
Way down deep in a little cozy corner of my mind, is a place of rest, a homey, reflection of myself. The highlight reel of moments gone but ever stamped in the rolodex of joyful times. A journey well past the melodic discovery of my favorite band in 2020, Glass Animals. Their song “Tangerine,” a unique blend of sounds parallel with the upbeat lyrical story of a couple falling out of love... Brilliant!
90 Days of One Year No Beer
Original blog post can be found on: https://www.bloglakecity.com/post/starting-one-year-without-alcohol Why A Year? Why, in God's name would you do an entire year with no alcohol? Okay, maybe not in those exact words but I do get this question a lot and it's a fair question. I'm not really committing to putting the bottle down altogether, I tried that before and failed miserably, but I'm also going a VERY long time without it. It's a strange limbo at times.
Leaving Busyness Behind
Dear future me, This is going to be harsh, this is going to be blunt but you’re going to thank me for this someday. Enough is enough it’s time to take control.
Using Vocal To Complete My 2021 Goals
Dear 2021 Me: You're going to use Vocal to make this year one of the best. I know right now you think the world can't get much better, but we are going to try our best to strive for happiness, greatness and success. We worked hard in 2020, despite everything, and we deserve a good break.
Well, sitting at the computer it is now 9:04 in the morning and my hands are hurting. Yes, my hands are so screwed up from mounting ovens together it sucks but the pay is good.
As a therapist, I say a lot of inspirational and positive things, such as, "Love yourself, you're perfectly imperfect." or, "The world is your oyster. It is up to you to find the pearls." I mean those things when I say them to others; however, with myself, I realized that I was saying those things merely as a platitude. I do my best to wear a brave face and seem positive for the rest of the world, especially because many know I'm a therapist. I mean on my Instagram, I'm practically shooting beams of sunshine out of my ass, radiating so much positivity. It's so saccharine you need a dose of insulin to view my profile. However, when I come home, I unmask in more ways than one, not only do I remove my face mask; but, I remove the mask that everything is okay. I sit and ask myself why is it that no matter what, I keep ending up feeling unfulfilled, discontent, unappreciated, overworked, and many other unpleasant emotions. I realized that as much growth as I have done compared to who I used to be in the past, I still had to dig a little bit deeper and uncover what always seems to hold me back. I realized through working with my clients that our deepest truths usually lie beneath the parts of our stories that we seem to breeze right through. You see, I was born to a drug addicted mother. I was born three months early; and, as a result, I ended up in foster care. I got adopted by a family who was loving and nurturing when I was a baby. However, while they were just what the doctor ordered during infancy, they became venomous later; and they were abusive. They were abusive in such a way that I did not recognize it; and, they gave me everything I wanted; but, not what I needed. You see, I had plenty of material things, food, clothing, you name it. However, I did not receive unconditional love. I was not free to be my authentic self. I was not free to even fully enjoy my childhood because I was parentified. I endured sexual abuse and verbal abuse. I was also witness to a great deal of physical abuse. I was constantly put down, invalidated, and put in positions that no child should have to be in. I have told this story many times before. I thought surely I was healed because I cut my parents out of my life, I'm living in West Hollywood, I've accomplished a lot in life. However, I took a long hard look back on my life and realized that somewhere along the lines, due to my history of abuse, I developed negative core beliefs such as, "I'm not loveable", "I don't deserve to be happy", "My efforts to work hard or do my best will only be repaid with pain and disappointment." After having been abandoned by my biological mother, then, abused by the family that was supposed to rescue me, deep down I believed that if those who were supposed to love me could not love me, I must be unlovable.
The Ingredients of Grace
There is a coffee and bakery shop downtown in Xenia OH, known as the “City of Hospitality.” I found Coffee Hub the first week after I graduated and moved out of Women's Recovery Center back in February of 2018. WRC is a drug and alcohol treatment facility for women. That place saved my life, and this place that I’m about to show you made life more bright.
Dear 2020, you were a hell of a year for everyone. You were a hot mess so to speak. I think I would like to speak for everyone, that we are glad that you are gone. I know that there was a lot of good things that happened for some people. For me, I ended up having a beautiful baby boy. However for others, many lives was taken due to the covid virus worldwide. I know this is about starting a new beginning due to a new year. Just a quick thought, 2020 has made us be thankful for everything that we have due to losing things. We begin to realize to be thankful for things around us as well. It has made us think of things we don’t really want to think of, such suicide, running away, learning who true friends are, etc. So with respect 2020, goodbye!
New year's resolution
The new year marks the beginning. It is the promise of things to come. January 1st holds the hope and wishes of the upcoming year. This year, I would like to accomplish several things. The biggest thing would be to lose weight. I would also like to maintain a cleaner house. I am hoping to get a job as well. Spending more quality time doing activities with my children is on my list to do this year. Hopefully, I am able to accomplish my resolutions in 2021.
Doing My Best
I really sat here and thought on this for such a long time and just drew a blank. I was trying to figure out what good deed is worth mentioning or what should I write about. Because let’s face it, this year more than others, has truly tested me, it has tried my patience, broken me down, and has made me close to hitting rock bottom. I am so sure I am not even close to being the only one.
Dear Me in 2021
Dear Self, Version 2021 Even before this challenge came across your in-box, you have been working on You since the beginning of December. After years of putting others' needs first, you had finally had enough. You had finally hit rock bottom. The epiphany hit like a tidal wave in the form of a lifelong friend's surprise visit. This friend knocked on your door and you froze. You looked around your house trying to see it from another's perspective having long since stopped seeing the faults yourself. Laundry, dishes, clutter all uncharacteristically left neglected. This wasn't you! As you finally answered the door still in your pajamas at 11:00 a.m, you hugged them and made some flimsy excuses. They looked at you with kind, nonjudgmental eyes and suggested that you get dressed, get out of the house, and that the two of us go for a drive on this beautifully sunny day. We drove to a convenience store to pick up picnic items and drinks and set off for a park.
Who is Daiana? Exposing my TRUEself.
Getting to know myself wasn't easy. As I try to introduce myself to the word, I find more and more aspects of me which I wasn't aware of. I'll now like to introduce myself to any audience who feels drawn to my creativity and also those who thought that knew me, but really didn't, including my myself. Today I'm letting myself free to the world. Exposing my true inner self.
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